This is not my photo, but taken from someone in our hiking group. It was taken from somewhere near Tai Mo Shan. It is unique because of how clear it is. You won't see a clearer day in Hong Kong! In the foreground is Tsuen Wan area. Near the center and just to the right is the container terminal. Hong Kong is usually one of the top 3 cities in the world (if not the top) in terms of the amount of goods they ship in and out of the place. The tall building you see left of center is in Tsim Sha Tsui West (Kowloon) and behind it is Hong Kong Island.
There is really not a lot of news from last week that is interesting, It was a rather routine week with different projects, and what turned out to be a rather long day at Grantham hospital on Tuesday.
The purpose of the hospital visit was to be transferred back to Grantham, and those doctors who would give me the long-term followup from the surgery.
The length of time I spent there was mostly just waiting for different things. When I first arrived they said I did not need to take a blood test because I had one taken the week before at Queen Mary Hospital. I had gone an hour earlier thinking I needed one. So it was a rather long wait until the doctor was ready to see me… over 2 1/2 hours.
When I finally talked to the doctor, he said that I should probably have a blood test taken again since the blood was a bit think, a bit below the ideal range. So after finishing there, I went out to wait for the blood test. At least I didn't have to wait for the results, but anyhow the waits were not over. After giving blood, I went to the pharmacy in the hospital and waited for my medicines.
Then It was one more wait at the eye care section of the hospital. I had to take a seat and wait until they could book my appointment for a visit. I mentioned last time that my right eye suddenly had tunnel vision for a short while… two times. The appointment for that is in November.
Waiting is the name of the game in the government system, but it’s good care and inexpensive, so I will accept the waiting time.
On Saturday it was Chung Yeung Festival holiday, one of the two days of the year that the Chinese would traditionally to to the cemeteries or graves to clean them and offer sacrifices to the departed..
A few of the students who have been learning Cantonese from one of the ladies who lives on Cheung Chau had invited there to have lunch, swim and “hike” together.
There were scads of people, but it was still an enjoyable and relaxing time.
That’s the news from Hong Kong this week. Make it a great week. Blessings, Dave
The Love Forgotten
...God has provided us His gift of encouragement...Jesus. He walks among us and stands beside us. He builds us up and brings us together, leads us to unity and drives away the specter of loneliness and doubt. And His encouraging words still echo throughout the world...every day.
One of the great Biblical teachings is in the book of Luke.1 Wanting to test Jesus, a man asked what he must do for eternal life. Jesus answered, What is written in the Law? How do you read it?
The man replied, Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind; and, Love your neighbor as yourself.Then he added, And who is my neighbor? So Jesus shared a story. Today we might hear it like this...
Painting by Jared Small of a white man tending to the wounds of a black man A man left the evening traffic for a direct route through the slums. But at a traffic light, a gang rushed his car. They dragged him out and beat him. Then they stole all he had and left him for dead.
He lay by the side of the road. Head bruised and swollen. Clothes ripped and torn. Blood pooled on the pavement. In the silence, he made no sound, no movement. And the night wore on into early morning.
A local pastor drove down the road, never noticed the man, and passed by. A community leader jogged nearby, but on seeing him sprawled on the pavement, turned and hurried away.
Then a Muslim walked down the lonely road. From across the way, he saw the beaten man and rushed toward him. He grabbed his wrist. A pulse! He took off his shirt and bound the bleeding leg.
Then he pounded on a nearby door until someone awoke and allowed him to call for an ambulance. He sat by the man as the EMTs raced to them. He stood by his side as they placed him on a gurney.
This is based on the Parable of the Good Samaritan, which I've read hundreds of times. I once thought it was about caring for those who've been wronged or harmed in life. But I missed the point.
A poster about loving your neighbors
What did the man ask Jesus? Who is my neighbor? He wanted to justify his choice of who he would love, hate, or ignore. But when Jesus ended the story, He didn't say, "Who are we to love or pity?" Instead He asked, Who was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?
Jesus focused on the Samaritan, not the beaten man. This Samaritan was the neighbor, a man despised by the Jews. In my version, the neighbor is a Muslim, hated by many today.
But this is about more than a Muslim. Your neighbor is everyone you know, everyone you meet. Those you've known forever and strangers who cross your path. People you like and those you don't.
Insert in Jesus' story one you don't like. Maybe it's someone who's gay, straight, or transgender...one of a different religion or none at all...a power-mad politician or a greedy billionaire...an emotional protestor or an uncaring police officer.
Jesus said they are all our neighbors...and we must love them just as we love ourselves.
When we decided to follow Christ, we gave up the authority to create our own rules. We gave up the freedom to follow our own path. We gave up the right to choose who to love. For God has declared that we come together, united in sharing His light in a dark world.
Encouraging one another is more important than we.
Take care & be God's, Chuck
1. Luke 10:25-37
2. Encourage one another daily, as long as it is called Today. Hebrews 3:13a, NIV
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We Are Wonderfully Made Anne Graham Lotz
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made. - Psalm 139:14, NIV
We can only imagine the concentrated thoughts that occupied the divine Mind and the gentle, skillful touch of the divine Hand that first shaped man from the dust. Where did the Creator begin?
Did He start with a skeletal frame? Did He then cover it with an outside layer of skin, which at no place is thicker than three-sixteenths of an inch, is packed with nerve endings to enable man to feel the outside world, and is virtually waterproof?
Into the skin stretched over the frame did He next place the heart that pumps seventy-two times a minute, forty million times a year?
When did He hang the lungs in their sealed compartments so that the rivers of blood necessary for life can deposit the carbon dioxide and pick up oxygen to be carried to every single one of the more than twenty-six trillion cells in the body?
When did He place the brain inside the bony skull and program it to send messages that travel faster than three hundred miles an hour along the nervous system to the entire body?
Truly, we are fearfully and wonderfully and lovingly and personally created by an awe-inspiring, loving Creator!
@Sent by Mary Sutherland
The local news station was interviewing an 80-year-old lady because she had just gotten married for the fourth time.
The interviewer asked her questions about her life, about what it felt like to be marrying again at 80, and then about her new husband's occupation. "He's a funeral director," she answered.
"Interesting," the newsman thought.
He then asked her if she wouldn't mind telling him a little about her first three husbands and what they did for a living. She paused for a few moments, needing time to reflect on all those years.
After a short time, a smile came to her face and she answered proudly, explaining that she had first married a banker when she was in her early 20's, then a circus ringmaster when in her 40's, and a preacher when in her 60's, and now in her 80's, a funeral director.
The interviewer looked at her, quite astonished, and asked why she had married four men with such diverse careers.
She smiled and explained, "I married one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go."
@Sent by John Orum
1. Mrs. Johnson will be entering the hospital this week for testes.
2. Please join us as we show our support for Amy and Alan in preparing for the girth of their first child.
3. Scouts are saving aluminum cans, bottles and other items to be recycled. All proceeds will be used to cripple children.
4. The Lutheran Men+s group will meet at 6:00 p.m. Steak, mashed potatoes, green beans, bread and dessert will be served for a nominal feel.
5. The associate minister unveiled the churches new tithing slogan last Sunday: "I Upped My Pledge Up Yours."
6. Remember in prayer the many who are sick of our church and community.
The Fictionary Dictionary
- Arbitrator \ar'bitra'ter\: A cook that leaves Arbys to work at McDonald's.
- Archives \ar'kivs\: What Noah kept the bees in.
- Avoidable \avoid'able\: What a bullfighter tries to do.
- Baloney \balo'ne\: Where some hemlines fall.
- Banquet \bang'kwit\: Why the vocalist had no instrumentalists.
- Bernadette \burn'adet\: The act of torching a mortgage.
- Boomerang \boo'merang\: What's on top of a Ghost Cream Pie.
- Bottom \bot'em\: What the shopper did when she found the shoes that she wanted.
- Boycott \boi'kot\: What your son sleeps on in camp.
- Burglarize \bur'glerise\: What a crook see with.
So one day, Gramma sent her grandson Johnny down to the water hole to get some water for cooking dinner. As he was dipping the bucket in, he saw two big eyes looking back at him. He dropped the bucket and hightailed it for Gramma's kitchen.
"Well now, where's my bucket and where's my water?" Gramma asked him.
"I can't get any water from that water hole, Gramma" exclaimed Johnny.
"There's a BIG ol' alligator down there!"
"Now don't you mind that ol' alligator, Johnny. He's been there for a few years now, and he's never hurt no one. Why, he's probably as scared of you as you are of him!"
"Well, Gramma," replied Johnny, "if he's as scared of me as I am of him, then that water ain't fit to drink!"
Comprehending Engineers, Take One
A pastor, a doctor and an engineer were waiting one morning for a particularly slow group of golfers.
Engineer: "What's with these guys? We must have been waiting for 15 minutes!"
Doctor: "I don't know, but I've never seen such ineptitude!"
Pastor: "Hey, here comes the greens keeper. Let's have a word with him."
"Hi George. Say, what's with that group ahead of us? They're rather slow, aren't they?"
George: "Oh, yes, that's a group of blind fire fighters. They lost their sight saving our clubhouse from a fire last year, so we always let them play for free anytime."
The group was silent for a moment.
Pastor: "That's so sad. I think I will say a special prayer for them tonight."
Doctor: "Good idea. And I'm going to contact my ophthalmologist buddy and see if there's anything he can do for them."
Engineer: "Why can't these guys play at night?"